“Are they okay now?” Rachel asked me. She seemed all caring and motherly after the great sex.

I thought, Wow! Look at the change in this woman. I needed to give women what they wanted more often if that was the case.

I took a few deep breaths to recuperate. Rachel got up and went to the bathroom. She ran water in the sink while I closed my eyes on the bed and just…breathed. I was about ready for the afterworld.

Rachel walked back out from the bathroom and wrapped a warm wet face cloth around my balls to pull the soiled condom off.

“That felt great,” I told her with my eyes still closed. “Where you learn all these tricks from?”

She laughed. “Just living life, baby, just living life.” Then she laid down beside me and began to rub my chest.

She chuckled out of the blue and said, “That’s all I wanted to do to you.”

I assumed she was talking about the great sex we had just finished. I had no idea in the world when I first met her outside the elevators in Miami that she could put something on me like that. And I had been ignoring the damn girl.

She asked me, “Was it worth your precious time, Mr. Terrance Mitchell?”

I just smiled. I didn’t have the energy to do much else. That girl had worn tire tracks into my ass like a truck had just run over me.

She said, “And here’s a few words of wisdom for you. A lot of women in this day and age don’t want a bunch of bullshit when it comes to sex. If you want to get it on with them, then act like it. If you don’t, then don’t play the game. ’Cause see, we all gotta fuck somebody, and we all want to. So when a woman act like she don’t, she either don’t want it from you, or you just don’t know how to get it.”

New Tricks and Treats

RACHEL BARELY allowed me to sleep that night. She kept waking me up for new rounds of over-the-top freakiness. All I know is that I planned to take an extralong shower in the morning to make sure I washed all of her inner freak out of my system. I can’t say that it was a bad night though. I can’t say that at all. She had raised the bar to new heights in sexuality.

I was pretty satisfied in just getting a girl to the bedroom before Rachel, and a solid blow job came along with nearly half of my dates. But Rachel’s level of passion and shamelessness was indeed something to think about.

I went over to her hotel room again that Saturday night for another lesson of uncut nastiness. When it was all over, she headed back home to Columbus, Ohio, on Sunday afternoon, and left me thinking about her words of wisdom to me:

A lot of women in this day and age don’t want a bunch of bullshit when it comes to sex. If you want to get it on with them, then act like it. If you don’t, then don’t play the game. ’Cause see, we all gotta fuck somebody, and we all want to. So when a woman act like she don’t, she either don’t want it from you, or you just don’t know how to get it.